Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband -
Chapter 184: Loser
Chapter 184: Loser
Her hearing must be wrong, Marcella thought. Because, otherwise, how was that possible?
Did Mark tell her that he vowed to her father that he would protect Mellissa?
Does this mean...
Is it possible that Mark Paulo stayed with Paul Romano to fulfill the promise he made to my father?
Or is Mark lying now that he is dying?
"I’ll have to..." Mark took in a labored breath. He was losing a lot of blood and his face had gone pale. Marcella knew he wouldn’t hold on for long.
"Don’t talk, Mark," she said pressing on the wound as if that would help anymore. The bullet might have hit some important vein. Blood was gushing out non-stop.
Mark shook his head. "One thing..." he spoke holding his breath. "Andrew is Paul’s son...Your husband... Go!" he tried to push away her hand.
Marcella didn’t understand why Mark said the obvious thing. Of course, Andrew was Paul’s son. She however understood that Mark was asking her to go save Tony. "Is he inside the house?" she asked.
Mark nodded. Marcella heard a weird wheezing sound from his throat and his eyelids were raring to close. She knew he was seconds away from dying.
Marcella held Mark’s hand. "Thank you., Mark," she said. That was the least she could do then. Her eyes filled with tears.
Mark smiled at her; a content smile. He tried to reach for her cheek and his eyes glistened for the last time. Marcella thought that he was feeling proud.
Then it happened. The life left his eyes and his hand slumped down.
Marcella let her tears roll down her cheeks. They dropped on his hands. She gently placed him down and picking up some ammo for the gun she had, walked to the door.
The door was locked inside. She walked through the patio. There was a veranda that ran along the side of the house. She checked every window as she walked through. There was no one on the first floor of the house. All the windows were locked too.
Maybe she should get in through the broken window in the front. As she was about to turn, she heard a soft click of a door in the distance. She walked to the backyard. Through the wooden fence, she saw a man wearing black clothes walking away. He was pressing on his right shoulder with his left hand. Blood was dripping from the bottom of his shirt.
He must be the one who was shooting at her earlier and she recognized that man—Andrew Mellon.
She saw blood markings on the floor and she followed it to find a secret hatch. Holding the gun closely, she opened the hatch and there were stairs. She followed through the stairs and it led to the basement. The place was lit and there was no one in there. But she heard a noise above her.
Silently, she walked up the stairs from the basement. The door was slightly ajar. She had never been to this house and she didn’t know the layout. As she reached the door, she recognized the voice.
Paul Romano!
Marcella gripped the gun closely in her hand and leaned on the door. She wanted to know who else was there. Through the little gap, she peeked in. It looked like the dining room. The sound came from another room close by.
"You’re not going to do anything?" Paul spoke in a hushed voice. "Do something, you son of a b*tch! Don’t you want to live?"
Although he was harsh with his words, he was speaking under his breath as if he was scared of something. Marcella heard Paul stomping on something as he cussed. It probably was someone he was stomping on because Marcella recognized the groan.
It was Tony!
Marcella lost it. Holding her gun, she walked out of the basement toward the source of the voice. She got to the kitchen, and there he was Paul Romano sitting with his hands tied behind his back and feet tied together.
Seeing Marcella, his face regained color. "Marcella! Thank God you’re here. Come, untie me..." he nodded his head to ask her to get to him.
Marcella followed his leg and her heart almost stopped seeing the sight in front of her. Tony was curled up in a fetal position with his hands tied to his ankles. She saw the shoe imprints on Tony’s shirt.
"Tony!" she dropped the gun and rushed to him. "Tony, are you alright?" she tried to roll him to see his face.
"Knife..." she looked around as she couldn’t roll him. She opened the drawers and there were scissors in one of them.
"Untie me first," Paul commanded.
Marcella ignored him and got on to untie Tony. Her hands hurt to cut through the strong rope with small scissors but she didn’t stop.
"Untie me, first!" Paul shouted this time. "He’s a loser. Why are you helping him first? Help me!"
Marcella glared at Paul and she still didn’t stop cutting the rope. Her hands got poked by the scissors a couple of times but she didn’t stop.
"Tony..." she called for him, trying to wake him up. He was out like a log. She was scared.
How hurt is he?
Paul was shouting and cussing in the side and that annoyed her. "Will you shut up?" she picked up the gun and pointed it at him.
She thought it would shut him up but he started to laugh.
"What’s so funny?" she asked. Her hand was bleeding and started to shake.
"I know you wouldn’t kill me. That loser told me that you made him promise to not kill me," Paul chortled. "What a loser!"
"Why did you bring him here?" Marcella asked.
"I didn’t ask him here. He came here himself. He wanted to spend Thanksgiving with his father...What a loser!" Paul couldn’t control his laughter.
Something snapped inside Marcella. She didn’t know whether Paul was lying or not. It could very well be Tony’s plan to meet him here for whatever reason. Mark Paulo might have talked to him. Tony might have lied to meet with Paul.
Yeah, that probably was the case.
Paul was still laughing. "As if I would accept him... What a loser! He promised his wife and so he wouldn’t... Hahaha! He’s no son of mine. What a~"
*Bang*
Marcella fired the gun.
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